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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 26: A man who knows how to imagine the future

Chapter 26: A man who knows how to imagine the future

“An…⁠⁠⁠ absurd story?”

“It‌​ does not matter⁠⁠ whether you believe​‌‍ what I am​ going to say​ from now on​‌ or not. Just‍​⁠ listen.”

“U-understood.”‍‍​

Stephan​‌⁠ adopted a listening‍⁠⁠ posture, just as​⁠‍ he had been‌‍ asked.

Although‌⁠ he was so‍ dizzy he felt⁠​⁠ like he might​‌ die, it was‌‌​ still not completely​‌ impossible to listen.⁠

Perda​⁠ began to speak.​​

“This‌ is the future⁠‍‌ I am imagining.”⁠​

Perda‍ did not emphasize​‌ it as if‍‍‍ he were presenting‍ something grand.

He‌ simply focused on‌‍​ recounting exactly the​​​ things he had​ seen, heard, and​‍⁠ felt.

While‍‌ listening to the⁠⁠ story, Stephan gathered​‌ key words one​‍ by one.

‘Carriages​​ that move without​‌⁠ horses. Tools that‍‍ work with magical​‌ power but do‍⁠‌ not need magicians…’​​

Stephan​‍ was a man​‍‌ who had grown⁠​ up being called‌​ a genius and​‌​ possessed an excellent‍‌ commercial instinct.

The‍‌‍ instinct of a merchant is something⁠​‌ simple.

Take‌ the profits and​‍ discard the losses.⁠‌

So‌​ what was it​​ that Perda was‍‍⁠ saying?

‘An‌ absurd dream.’

For‌​⁠ Stephan’s common sense,⁠ it was an⁠‌⁠ impossible story.

A story that should⁠‌‌ be discarded.

‘And‍ yet… it sounds‍ convincing.’

It⁠ was not a sweet whisper meant​ to set a trap.

There‌⁠ were no exaggerations⁠ typical of a swindler nor traps⁠ hiding information.

It​ was as if⁠ a grandfather were‌ telling a story⁠⁠ to some children.‌‌⁠

As⁠⁠ if he were‍ simply calmly recounting‌ something he had⁠‍⁠ seen and experienced.‌‍

Because​‌ of that, even⁠‌ that absurd story‌​‌ began to draw​ clear images in‌⁠ Stephan’s mind.

He​​ did not even‍ know what to​⁠‌ call that feeling,‍​ but a conviction​ arose inside him.‍​‌

‘This‌‍​ will definitely make‍⁠‌ money!’

Stephan’s​​ mind began working‍​ normally again, but​ his hands were​⁠‍ still trembling.

“That​ is all. That​​ is as far⁠ as the future‍​‌ I am imagining⁠⁠ goes.”

Stephan‍​⁠ opened the mouth‍ he had kept‍⁠ closed while listening‍⁠​ attentively.

“That‌‍​ future… does it‍ have anything to⁠ do with what‍‌‍ you are researching,​​⁠ Lord Regent?”

He​​ asked with his‍ heart beating strongly.‍

It⁠‍‌ was so shocking‌‍ that he even​ forgot to stutter.​​

“Of‍​‌ course.”

“T-then!‍‌​ Could you tell‌‌ me exactly what‌‌ it is? I beg you!”

Stephan‌⁠ could not contain‌‍‍ his excitement and‍‌ pleaded with Perda.‌⁠‌

“Magitechnology.”⁠⁠

“Magi-tech…‌‌⁠ nology.”

It​‍‌ was a name‌​⁠ that seemed vaguely​⁠ familiar.

But‌‌ if Stephan did‌​⁠ not remember it,⁠⁠ it was undoubtedly‍‌ because at the⁠⁠⁠ time it had‍​ not seemed profitable‍​ to him.

‘If‍​​ I thought it‍⁠​ was useless then,‍​ it should still⁠​‍ be the same…’‌‍‍

However,‌ it was the​⁠‌ first time he​‍​ felt he was​⁠ about to lose‌ such an attractive‍⁠ product.

He‍‌‌ could not let⁠​‍ it escape.

“If‌ your research needs‌‌ monster corpses, what​ would you think‍ if we cooperated?”‍‍​

“You‌⁠​ mean you will​‍ help us?”

“Yes.​ We will provide‌ them.”

Perda⁠‍ leaned back against⁠‍​ the chair and‍ asked.

“What‌ do you want?”‍​

“We‍‌ want to participate‌‌⁠ in the production​ and distribution of⁠‌⁠ those magitechnology products.”​​

Stephan​​ clearly revealed his⁠‍ desire.

Perda‌⁠ asked in a more serious tone.​‌‍

“Only‍‍ in the production⁠‌‌ and distribution?”

“Of‌ course… we also‌‌ want exclusivity.”

Stephan​‍​ answered clearly.

An⁠⁠ exclusivity contract.

If‍‌ something could be‍⁠​ possessed alone, it‍​‍ always became a great weapon.

“I​⁠ know it is‌‍⁠ a great ambition.⁠ That is why​‌‌ everything can be​‌ adjusted according to‌⁠⁠ your will, Lord‌ Regent. I only​ wish that we‌‌ can monopolize the‌​ products derived from‍ that research.”

Stephan‍‍ made very clear⁠​ his intention to‌‍⁠ have exclusivity.

Perda​​ showed an expression⁠‍ of little interest.‍‍‌

“What​​​ we are researching‌‌​ will change the​‍ world. If you‌‌ want to monopolize‍ something like that,⁠‌ besides helping with‌ the research you​‍ will have to​ prove your sincerity.”‌​

“What​​ would I have​⁠⁠ to do?”

Perda‌ used that moment‍‍ to make his‍ proposal.

“I⁠ want to secure​‌ priority supply of⁠‍ materials for road‍‍ development, the growth⁠ of the Duchy,‍‍‌ and also food⁠ reserves.”

Perda’s‌‌​ demands came out​ naturally.

Stephan​⁠ was surprised.

“You‌‌⁠ are asking for‌⁠​ quite a lot…”‍⁠

“Is‍‍ there any problem​ with the ruler⁠‌‌ of a territory​ wanting to work⁠‌ for its development?”‌⁠

“No,‍‌ none at all.​ Haha…”

Although‌‍ he smiled outwardly,⁠ Stephan could not​ help thinking seriously.‌‍‌

‘Giving⁠ those three things‌‍ is not impossible.’‍⁠

The​ money and resources‍ Stephan had accumulated‍‍⁠ far exceeded those‍‍ of his two‍⁠‌ siblings.

Road​⁠​ construction was something⁠ that would have​ to be done‍​‌ anyway if they⁠ were going to​ cooperate.

He‍ also had enough‌‌ resources and stored‍⁠ food to deliver⁠‍‍ them.

Even​​​ so, there was‍ something that made⁠‍​ him hesitate.

‘Priority…’​‌

Stephan​⁠‍ knew perfectly well⁠ how terrifying that​ word was.

It​‌ meant that even‍ if someone else​‌​ offered to pay‌ more money, he⁠ would have to‌ ignore it and‌ fulfill that supply⁠‌‌ first.

Stephan’s​ commercial instinct screamed‌‍⁠ at him to⁠‌ avoid that kind⁠‍ of commitment.

“Your⁠‍⁠ expression does not‌⁠‌ look very good.”‌

“Eh?​⁠⁠ Eh?”

“It‌​‌ seems you do​‌ not like the‌‌⁠ idea of supplying⁠‍‌ with priority very⁠‍⁠ much.”

“No,⁠ not at all.‌ How could that‌​⁠ be?”

Even⁠‌‌ if it were‍​‍ true, the correct​⁠ thing was to‌⁠⁠ deny it.

That​ was the basis‍ of everything.

“Think‌⁠​ about it. There‌⁠‍ is nothing more⁠​ unfair than dying​‍​ after accumulating a fortune.”

Stephan‍‍ shuddered.

“A-are‍‍ you… threatening me?”⁠​⁠

“No.⁠​ It is not​‌ a threat. I am talking about⁠⁠‍ your future. Herman⁠⁠⁠ Pascal is already‌‌ quite old, is⁠​‌ he not?”

“Ah…”⁠​⁠

Stephan‍ understood what Perda⁠ meant.

He⁠ remembered something he‍‌ had been avoiding​‍‍ thinking about.

‘That​‌ hateful brother and‍‌ that sister…’

Merchit​‌ and Tilda.

Were‌⁠⁠ they not pressuring⁠​ him relentlessly?

“Is​‌ it not an⁠⁠ attractive proposal to​​​ become the owner​ of the trading‌ company, even if⁠‍⁠ you must assume‍‍ some losses?”

“The…⁠‌ owner of the‍⁠ company…”

The‍ Pascal Trading Company​ was everything to⁠ Stephan.

It⁠ did not only‌ mean wealth, but‍ even his own​‍ life.

“To​⁠‌ the extent that‌‌ you cooperate with​​‍ me, I will​‍ also cooperate with⁠ you. I will‌‍​ make what Herman‍‍‍ Pascal built, and‍ the trading company‌⁠‍ that you have‌⁠ grown, become completely⁠‌ yours.”

Stephan​‍ took out a scale in his⁠ mind.

What‌​ Perda demanded and​‌ what he had⁠‌‌ shown, against what‍ he himself had‍‍ to offer.

Of​⁠ course, it was⁠‌ an overwhelmingly unfavorable⁠ deal for Stephan.⁠

‘The​‌ Grand Duke… no,‍⁠‍ the regent… could‍​⁠ become someone who‍ supports my position.’‌⁠⁠

Perda​‍​ Valdrova.

At⁠‌ first he had‍​⁠ not considered him⁠‍ much in terms⁠ of connections.

A man who knows⁠ how to imagine‌‍​ the future

If‌​ someone bragged about‌‌ having the consort‍ of Valdrova as​‍ a contact, the​​ only thing they⁠ would receive would‌ be ridicule, and‌ people would think​​ they were so‍‌⁠ desperate that they​‌ were even clinging⁠ to a rotten⁠‌ rope.

Most‍ people underestimated him.‍‌

And⁠‌‍ Stephan had believed⁠⁠⁠ that as well.⁠‍

‘But⁠‌ that is not⁠ the case.’

Now​‍⁠ that he saw‍​ him in person,⁠‌ it was different.​⁠

He‌ was a man‌⁠ who possessed a brilliance comparable to⁠ that of the⁠​ emperor.

Even‍‍ standing before him​⁠ at that moment​⁠ and feeling surprised,​‍ Stephan could not⁠‍‌ stop wondering whether​​​ he was still⁠ underestimating him.

‘This‍​​ man knows how‌‌ to imagine the​ future.’

They‍ were not childish​‍ drawings like those‌​ made by boastful​‌ nobles.

Even‌ if he drew‌⁠⁠ rough lines, the‌⁠‍ shape he outlined⁠ was clear.

He‍‌ had conviction.

And‍​ he also had⁠​‌ the ability to​​ sustain it.

‘Something​ I could never‍⁠ have.’

The⁠ absolute charisma Stephan​‌⁠ had never possessed.‍

That‌‌ was why he‌ wanted to say‍⁠ it.

He‌ wanted to say​‌⁠ it no matter⁠⁠​ what.

Those​‍ words began to​‍​ rise in his‌‍⁠ throat.

“May‍ I ask a question?”

But‌‍​ he did not‍‌‍ say them.

Because⁠‌⁠ answering one beat⁠‍​ later is the‌‌‌ fastest path to‍ becoming a great​ merchant.

“Go‍⁠ ahead.”

“I⁠ have an older​ brother and a sister. Why did‌ you not choose‌ one of them?”​

Perda‌​ answered frankly.

“I‍ will be honest.‍‍⁠ Because I would​‍ gain nothing by⁠⁠​ attaching myself to​​ them.”

A cold and calculated⁠ judgment.

“And‌‍ you are alone‍ and isolated. That​‌​ is why you​​ are perfect to‍ be used.”

“Ugh…”⁠

Perda​‌ was too direct.⁠‍‌

Stephan,‌⁠ who had expected‌⁠​ to test him‍ with that question,⁠​‍ ended up confused​​ instead.

“That‌​ is why I am making this​‌‍ proposal to you.⁠​​ Decide whether you​​ want to survive⁠‍ by accepting losses,​‌ or if you​⁠ prefer to fall​​‌ behind.”

Stephan⁠⁠‍ realized how short-sighted‌⁠ his thinking had​​‌ been.

He‍ had tried to‌⁠‌ test someone like‍​ that.

“I​ will do it.”‌

And‌ he added something‍‍ he had forgotten⁠‌‍ to say.

“I⁠‍ will do it‍‌ no matter what.”⁠​​

Stephan‌ knelt and bowed⁠‍ before him.

Perda⁠​‍ leaned forward and‌​ extended his hand.‍⁠​

“Then‌ I will count⁠ on you from⁠⁠ now on.”

“I‌‌ am the one‍‌ who will be⁠‌ indebted to you,⁠ Lord Regent.”

Stephan‍‍ thought that no‌​ matter who or‌ what proposal might​ be made to​ him in the​​ future, nothing would​‍​ ever make him‌ feel an emotion‍​‌ as intense as⁠⁠ the deal he⁠ had just concluded⁠⁠⁠ that day.

***‍

Territory​ of Count Consillus.‌‌

Today‌⁠⁠ a soldier died‌ who was someone’s⁠‍ father and someone’s‌⁠ husband.

He​ had died heroically​ buying time to‍⁠‌ protect the peasants⁠‌ from the monsters‌⁠ that had attacked⁠⁠‌ the fields.

The​‌ priests sprinkled the⁠​‍ body with holy‍‌‌ water while performing​ the ritual.

The⁠‌​ soldiers raised their​‌‍ swords and honored‍​ his death.

Even‍‍ Count Consillus attended⁠​‍ the funeral of⁠ that simple soldier.‌​​

The⁠​​ old lord, already⁠​‍ too aged to‌ wield a sword,‍ never missed the‌‌⁠ funerals of his​​ soldiers and always​‍ honored the fallen.‌​‌

It​ was habitual behavior.‌

But‌ today was different.⁠

Even​ after the entire‍ funeral had ended,​​‍ Ulvera Consilus did​ not move from​‍‍ the place and​⁠ remained watching the‍‍‍ grave.

“Arwen…”⁠​

He⁠ called the knight‍‌‌ who stood behind⁠⁠ him.

“Yes,‌ my lord.”

“What⁠ did the Empire⁠ say? What happened​ with the letter‍‌‌ we sent requesting‌‌ supplies?”

Arwen⁠​‌ responded with an‍​ uncomfortable voice.

“They‍ say it will‌​​ take time. That‍⁠​ they must first⁠ supply the soldiers⁠ inside the Empire…”​

“First…?”⁠

Ulvera​ Consilus stroked his⁠‌ beard.

The‌ life of Ulvera⁠‌⁠ Consilus had been​‍ like walking on‍ a tightrope.

Because⁠⁠‍ of that he​​‌ rarely showed his‌ emotions.

In‌​ a world where‌‌‍ today’s emotion could‌‍‌ become tomorrow’s death,⁠‌ he had always‍ learned to smile‌‍‍ kindly.

If‌‌ something could not‌ be achieved today,⁠‌ it would be‌‌⁠ attempted tomorrow.

And‍​​ if not tomorrow,‌ then the day‌‌‍ after.

“Those‍ damned sons of‌ bitches…”

Even⁠‌‌ Count Consilus could‍​⁠ no longer keep​‍‌ smiling.

“First‍ supply the soldiers​ of the Empire?‍‍ Are we not‌​ also subjects of‌‍ the Empire? We⁠ live every day‍⁠‍ fighting monsters on‌ the front line!‍ And the emperor​​​ is arming guards‌ simply because he⁠​⁠ worries about the​‌‌ safety of the‍​‍ cities?”

“Calm⁠‍‍ yourself, my lord.”‍

“How​‌‍ pitiful. I may​‍​ never have lived‍​⁠ with pride, but‌‌​ at least I believed I had‌ not lived with‍ shame. And yet⁠ today I feel​ a shame like‌​‍ never before!”

When⁠‍ he heard the⁠⁠‍ cause of the‍⁠‌ soldier’s death, Count⁠ Consilus’s heart seemed​‌⁠ to collapse.

The⁠ sword the soldier‍ had used to​‍ fight the monsters⁠ had broken just⁠ as he delivered​‌ the final blow.‌​

It‌ was a military​ supply weapon.

And‍​ even so he‌‍ had used it‌‌ for five years.​⁠‌

It‍ would not have‌‌ been strange for‌‌ it to break‍⁠‌ at any moment.⁠

Count⁠ Consilus knew very‍‍ well how important‍​ defense was.

At‍​ least to protect​‌ his territory, he‌⁠​ had never neglected⁠ the training of‍⁠ his soldiers and‍ had always tried‌ to set an‌‌‌ example to strengthen‍‍‌ their morale.

But‍​​ not even the‍‍ best morale can​‌‍ defeat the lack⁠ of supplies.

Inside⁠ the Empire there‍ was peace.

But‍ on the frontier​⁠​ the situation was‌​ practically a constant⁠‌⁠ war.

Casualties‍‌ caused by monsters‍​ were something that‍‍‌ occurred continuously.

“Forgive⁠ me…”

Count‍ Consilus grabbed the⁠‍ soldier’s grave and⁠ fell to his⁠ knees.

“Forgive‍ this useless old‍‌⁠ man… It was‍‌ my fault.”

“My​​ lord is not‍‌ useless! All of‌ this is our⁠​ incompetence!”

“It‌ is my fault!”⁠​‌

“It​ is my fault!”‍

Arwen⁠⁠‌ fell to his⁠‍‌ knees, and the‌​ soldiers under his‍‍⁠ command also knelt.⁠

Count‌⁠ Consilus wept bitterly​‌‌ for a long​‌ time.

After‌⁠‍ crying for a long time, Arwen‍ helped him stand⁠ up.

Count⁠ Consilus began walking⁠‍ again.

He⁠ was returning to​‍⁠ his residence.

Then⁠​‌ he heard a great commotion outside⁠ the castle gate.​‍⁠

It⁠ was so loud​⁠ it seemed to​ pass through the‍ tall and thick⁠‍‌ walls.

Instead⁠‍‍ of continuing toward‍ his residence, Count⁠ Consilus asked the‍ guard watching the⁠‍⁠ main gate.

“What‍ is happening?”

“My‌‌⁠ lord! We were​‍​ just looking for‌ you.”

“For⁠‍ me?”

“Yes.‍ Outside there is‍⁠ a long line​ of carriages advancing⁠‌ through the forest.​⁠ They appear to⁠⁠⁠ be merchants, but‍ they seem suspicious,‌ so we have‌ not allowed them‌ to enter.”

“Suspicious‍ merchants?”

“They​‍​ say they come‍ from the Pascal⁠ Trading Company.”

It‌⁠‍ was understandable that‍‍ it seemed suspicious.​

A company like Pascal​‌ had no reason‍ to come to​ this region of⁠ the far east.‍‍‍

They‍ probably thought they‌ were bandits or​‌‍ criminals in disguise.‌‌

“I⁠‍‌ see. I will​⁠ go see it‍ myself.”

Count​ Consilus’s eyes became‍‍‌ sharp.

If⁠‌ they were bandits,⁠⁠‍ he was determined‍​ to draw his⁠‌‍ sword right there⁠⁠​ and bathe it‌‍‌ in blood.

Count‌​ Consilus opened a side gate and​ went out.

In​ front of the⁠​⁠ main gate stood⁠ a relatively well-dressed‍‍ middle-aged man on‍⁠​ horseback.

“I‍‍ have come to‍⁠‍ see Count Consillus.‌‌ The carriages are​ waiting in the⁠ forest and the​ situation is dangerous.​‍‌ Could you open‌⁠ the gate?”

“The‍‌ man before you‍‍​ is Ulvera Consillus,‍‌​ count of this⁠‍​ place. Show proper‍‍‌ respect.”

At​​⁠ Arwen’s warning, the⁠‌⁠ middle-aged man was​‌​ startled, jumped from⁠‍ the horse, and​‌⁠ knelt.

“Ah,​‍ I’m sorry! My‌⁠ sight failed me.‍ Count, forgive my​‍‍ disrespect.”

“It‌‌ does not matter.‍‍ Who are you?​ Bringing so many‍ carriages to a place like this⁠‌ would normally frighten‍⁠ anyone.”

“Forgive‌​⁠ the delay in​ introducing myself. We​‌‍ come from the‍ Pascal Trading Company.”‌⁠

“I‌‌ already heard that.​⁠‍ Do you have​​​ any way to‍ prove it?”

“Here.”⁠‌

The⁠‌ man took out⁠ an identification document.​‌‌

The‌ emblem of the‌ Empire and the​‍ seal.

He​‌ was undoubtedly someone‍‌ sent by the​ Pascal Trading Company.​

“Why⁠‌ have you come‌ all the way⁠ here?”

“We⁠ have come to‍ consult about establishing⁠⁠ a branch in‌‍ the territory of⁠‍⁠ Count Consilus.”

“If⁠‌​ the Pascal Trading‌‍ Company establishes a branch… does that‍ mean you have‍⁠ interest in the​‍‌ trade of this​​ far east?”

Consilus​‌⁠ was even more​‌‌ surprised.

Establishing​‍ a branch meant‍​⁠ they planned to⁠​ activate commerce throughout‌ the surrounding region.⁠​

But‌‌‌ a great trading‌⁠​ company had no⁠ reason to activate‍​​ commerce in the⁠ far east.

For⁠⁠ them it was‍‌ more reasonable to⁠​ expand their business‌ safely from the‌ central region rather‍​ than assume the‍⁠⁠ risks of this⁠ frontier.

“We​​‌ received orders from⁠‍⁠ above. We must​⁠ support with priority⁠​‌ the supply of⁠‍ resources and the‌‌⁠ improvement of roads,‍ in addition to⁠ establishing a branch​‌ in the far‌​‍ east. For that​ project, the territory‍ of Count Consilus​⁠⁠ was chosen as⁠​ the place with‌ the best location.‍‍​ If Count Consilus‌‍ allows us to⁠​ install the branch,‌ we have come‌⁠​ fully prepared to‍‌‍ begin immediately.”

Count‍​​ Consilus looked in⁠ astonishment at the‌ endless line of⁠​ carriages that had⁠ crossed the forest.‌​

“Then…⁠⁠ you came with​‍ the intention of​‍‍ practically building a castle?”

“Haha,‌ not exactly. We‍​​ also bring construction‍‌⁠ materials, but we⁠ heard that recently‌‍ you have not‍‍​ been receiving supplies.‍ So instead of​‌‍ the Empire, our‌ company has selected⁠‍‍ the best products⁠​‌ from our inventory​ to bring you⁠ supplies.”

“Supplies?!”‌​

Count‍‍‌ Consilus quickly walked‍‍‌ toward the cargo‍ in the carriages.​‌

“Hah!”⁠⁠​

His‌‌⁠ wrinkled eyes opened‌‍​ wide.

In‍​ those carriages were‍ things more valuable⁠‌ than mountains of‍​‍ gold.

‘Everything‍​‍ I requested and⁠ was ignored… is‌ here!’

From​ weapons to maintenance​⁠ consumables, and even​‍ food that could⁠⁠⁠ be stored as‌‍​ reserves.

From‌​​ the most trivial‍ to the absolutely‍ essential, everything was​​ inside those carriages.‍​

Count‍ Consilus took a supply sword.

It⁠‍ was undoubtedly of⁠‌⁠ the highest quality.​‌‌

A weapon strong enough‌‌ not to break‍‌⁠ in the middle‍​ of a battle‌ against monsters.

“Why‍⁠ would Pascal… invest⁠ in a business‌‌​ in a place‍⁠ like this far⁠​‍ east?”

Count‌‌ Consilus was too​ curious.

He​‍ felt he could‍‌ not remain calm​‍ if he did‌‌ not obtain an⁠⁠ answer.

Then‌ the man replied.​‍

“It⁠ is a project⁠ being carried out‍‌‍ after reaching an‌​ agreement with the‌ representative of Grand‍‍‌ Duchess Valdrova.”

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